A Trusted Volunteer Forged My Signature to Convince Me My Child Was Dead — Here’s How I Found Him Alive

He slept fully clothed.

He never shut his door all the way.

And I did not even know his name, because it turned out he did not really know it either.

“One lady used to call me Leo,” he told me one afternoon, matter-of-factly.

“Another man called me Buddy.

And at a different house, they sometimes called me Toby.”

My heart stopped.

“Did you say Toby?”